Driven by the poverty raining all around me
I became a soldier in the Dutch Indian Army
Starting out with means in time to act in ways of folly
Soon our days got filled with everlasting melancholy
We became the hollow men of die-hard
misconception The last to push the ground,
the wheel of
this insane contraption
A darker world outside is growing darker daily
A storm is coming nearer to this endless life of beauty
Years to come we laboured while the time was moving slowly
For any soldier dying in the Dutch Indian Army
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